Entering the Palace to Tear the Mad Crown Princess to Shreds

My older sister was an honest country girl. By chance, she saved the crown prince and his consort.

Just because the crown prince looked twice at the mole on my sister’s face,

the crown princess ordered someone to carve it out, one cut at a time. She sneered, “What makes a lowborn wretch think she deserves a mole like mine?”

My sister’s face was left full of bloody holes, and she died in agony.

Three years later, the crown princess’s face successfully hatched all kinds of little darlings.

She begged me to save her.

I sneered in disgust. “What makes a lowborn wretch think she deserves a face?”